JIM MORRISON --- Poem

what else?

let us talk about churches, abuse or just primitive sex?

do you really want to know how i nearly suffocated from a female ejaculation

which came out even through my nose in the dark heart of East Africa?

you don't.and honestly, i don't want to know.

sex is not boring, but to talk so much is disgusting.

immaculately stoned is all what remains?

well, then. take some more cocaine.



still, this is another great poem by Jim Morrison,

mixing sadness and a history of exploitation and an attack on the bourgeouis society

with the mystery of life.



see

Alan Watts:- quotes from: "Nature, Man and Woman"



"In almost every culture love is an intimacy between two particular people in which conventions that govern other relationships are set aside. In this respect it already suggests, even if only symbolically, the sacred rather than the profane, and the lover's removal of clothes in one another's presence is already a sign of taking of the personal mask and stepping out of role. Only a society which is seriously ignorant of the sacred could regard the taboo, the secrecy of love, as a cloak hiding an unfortunate but necessary reversion to animality."



"The rift between God and nature would vanish if we knew how to experience nature,

because what keeps them apart is not a difference of substance but a split in the minds."



So i really don't know why sex should be excluded in a relationship nor that it must from this exclusion  lead to a point where it is becoming more important than everything else. This is truly not what i wanted, not this way, not the other way.